She frowned. “Why?”
“Do it.”
So she did, and then she was squealing because he made her do a forward flip. But she wasn’t angry. In fact, she was laughing. Her demon was having the time of its life, what with all the adrenalin pumping around Harper’s system.
“Baby, look.”
“What?” That was when she realized he’d let go of her hand. And, of course, she dropped like a lead weight. Cursing, she slowed her descent and came to a sharp halt in the air. She scowled at her mate as he flew in circles around her. “I should have known you’d let go.”
“How will you learn if I’m always holding your hand?” Curling an arm around her waist, Knox pulled her close. “You’re tired. Come on, we’ll fly to the top and then we’ll go home.” Once they reached the top of the cliff, he pyroported them straight to the bathroom. “We both need a shower. Then we can go over all the security measures for Saturday.”
“You think Crow will strike at the shindig, don’t you?”
“The Underground will be packed with people, which makes it the perfect time for him to make his move.”
“The doormen of the club can watch out for him.”
“Yes, but he could have another demon teleport him to the Underground for a price.” It was what the dark practitioners had done when they’d snatched Harper. Knox wasn’t going to overlook the possibility of it happening a second time. “If one of the Horsemen can teleport, they could sneak him inside.” Like Harper, Knox’s money was on Alethea being Crow’s puppeteer. “The point is we have to be ready for anything.”
“We know he likes guns, so there’s a strong possibility he’ll just open fire.” She helped him shove down her jeans and panties before kicking them and her shoes aside.
“Which is why we’ll be surrounded by the sentinels and members of the Force. But guards or no guards, you don’t leave my side.” Knox whipped off her shirt and bra. And froze. “Fuck.”
Harper smiled a little shyly as he stared at her new nipple ring. “Devon did it for me. You approve?”
Knox gently thumbed the ring on her unbranded breast, and her soft moan shot straight to his thickening cock. “You know I don’t like rhetorical questions.” He flicked the ring again, watching her face carefully. “Does it hurt?”
“It did until a few hours ago.” Demons thankfully healed fast.
“Good.” So unbelievably turned on it wasn’t even funny, Knox swooped down and curled his tongue around her pierced nipple. Her fingers pulled at his hair – a demand for more. He gently tugged on the ring with his teeth, and her body curved into his with a breathy little moan. Knox quickly shed his own clothes and then tapped her ass. “Shower.”
Harper stepped into the walk-in shower first, and he turned on the water. The LED ocean-blue lights came on just as the twelve-inch square rain shower sprayed down on them. Then his mouth was on hers, greedy and possessive; kissing her so fiercely that her head spun. He tasted of him and wine and the water raining down on them. His hands stroked and squeezed her ass as his tongue and teeth devastated her senses.
Her breasts seemed to swell and her pussy clenched, needing to be filled. Needing him. A kiss shouldn’t have this much power over her body, but it did. He did. His knowing, confident fingers traced and shaped her. She shivered and goosebumps rose on her skin.
Knox broke the kiss and sat on the bench. “Come here.” As she moved to stand between his legs, he scooped up her breasts and held them to his mouth. “All for me.”
He feasted on her breasts – there was no other way Harper could describe it. His teeth grazed and bit. His tongue licked and swirled. Each tug on her nipple ring caused a jolt of pleasure in her pussy. And when he drew her unpierced nipple deep into his mouth and sucked hard… oh, that got him some bonus points. All she could do was cling to his solid shoulders.
Finally, he lifted his head and his mouth once more took total command of hers, swallowing every sigh and moan. “In me.” She hated how needy she sounded, but she was so desperate to be fucked, she was shaking with it.
Knox tapped her full lower lip. “First, I want this mouth wrapped tight around my cock.” Defiance glittered in her sapphire eyes, and he slowly arched a brow. “It’s mine. Mine to fuck whenever I want to.” Her jaw tightened, but she slowly got to her knees. “Good girl.”
Good girl? Since Harper was seriously considering slapping his face, she wasn’t sure the word “good” was the right choice. She needed him in her, dammit. Her nipples were tight and throbbing, and her pussy felt hot and painfully empty.
“Harper.”
It was a warning and it vibrated with power and authority. Curling one hand around the base of the long, full cock bopping in front of her face, Harper took it into her mouth. She sucked and licked for all she was worth, knowing exactly what drove him to the edge. His hand held the back of her head, controlling her pace, and he whispered little compliments in a thickly possessive voice – told her she was perfect for him, made for him, would only ever belong to him.
Harper jerked as an ice-cold fingertip circled her clit, sending a tremor quaking through her. Instantly, that all too familiar burn began to sizzle her nerve endings. Motherfucker. The psychic finger expertly rubbed and flicked and plucked at her clit. She moaned around his cock as she bucked her hips, seeking more. Then two cold fingers abruptly drove deep inside her. She gasped in both shock and pleasure.